Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
I nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “I can’t wait to lay with you like this, our hand resting over your belly, full with my child.” I slid our hands up to cup one of her large tits, squeezing as I added, “I want to see these spectacular tits grow and fill with milk.” My cock obviously liked the sound of those things too, because he was growing harder. Journeying our hands back down, I took them all the way to her pussy, dipping our fingers inside and finding her drenched. “You like the sound of that, mia dolce? Your pussy is telling me you do.”
She moaned as our fingers played with her clit. It seemed a crime not to give us both what we wanted, so I took her twice more, filling her to the brim with my seed, and ordering those little fuckers to do their job.
When I woke to the sight of Gianna’s sexy, naked ass bolting for the bathroom, I smiled smugly. I’d knocked up my woman. Missione compiuta.
SEVENTEEN
Anna
Ugh. I knew I shouldn’t have eaten so much yesterday, but I couldn’t resist my mom’s strawberry-ricotta bruschetta. Boy, was I paying the price for my over indulgence, as I puked so hard it felt like my insides were being forced out of me. I didn’t see any humor in the situation, but apparently Nic did because he was staring down at me with a huge grin on his face. I glared up at him, even as he laid a cool washcloth on my forehead and rubbed soothing circles on my back.
“This isn’t funny,” I moaned. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to eat one of my favorite dishes again after this.”
“You never know what cravings you’ll have,” he chuckled. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and bruschetta will be the only thing you want.”
Just hearing the word ‘bruschetta’ was enough to set off another round of puking. By the time I was done, my stomach was completely empty and I was thoroughly drained. Nic cleaned me up, helped me brush my teeth, and carried me back to bed. I tried to focus on why he mentioned cravings and dropped a kiss onto my belly before he left the room, but I was too tired to figure it all out before I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up a couple of hours later feeling much improved. A little hungry even. When I padded down to the kitchen, I was glad I’d taken the time to dress before leaving our bedroom because I found Sophia there with two of the guards.
“Morning, sweetie.” I dropped a kiss on Sophia’s forehead and headed over to the toaster to pop a couple of slices of bread inside. “You hungry?”
“No, Daddy made me pancakes,” she replied, looking up from the picture she was coloring. “He said I should be quiet like a mouse until you woke up because you needed extra sleep, but now that you’re awake I don’t have to be a mouse anymore, right?”
“I don’t know.” I cocked my head and squinted my eyes at her. “You do make an adorable mouse.”
“I’m not a real mouse!” she squealed, jumping off her chair. “Just quiet like one and now I want to be loud, loud, loud.”
“How about we go to the park, and you can be as loud as you want as long as you don’t overdo it and get too tired?”
“Yay!” she shrieked. “I love the park.”
“Head upstairs, change into play clothes, and we’ll go as soon as I’ve eaten my toast.”
“Okie-dokie,” she tossed over her shoulder as she skipped to the stairs.
“We only have two men available to accompany you to the park this morning, Miss Martin. Mr. DeLuca has a meeting and the other men will be covering him there.”
I was startled by the sound of the guard speaking, since they mostly faded into the background.
“We go to the park all the time,” I muttered, nibbling on the edge of the dry toast when it popped up.
“Maybe this afternoon would be better,” he suggested.
I barely restrained myself from rolling my eyes as I wandered down the hall towards Nic’s office. We were always surrounded by men, but it had been weeks and there hadn’t been any sign of the danger Nic was trying to protect us from. But if the guard didn’t think it was safe, I figured it was best to run our trip to the park past Nic before we left. As I neared his office, I heard his voice through the door. It was low with an undercurrent of irritation.
“You’d better find O’Reilly and his son. Soon. Really fucking soon. Brandon hasn’t seen any sign of them on Carly’s trail. I might not know what the hell they’re up to, but I’ll damn well put a bullet in you if they manage to get close to my family.”